Sunday, February 19, 2006

The Woman And The Fork

Another meditative story sent to me a long time ago:

There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and given three months to live. So, as she was getting her things in order, she contacted her Rabbi and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and in what outfit she wanted to be buried.

When everything was in order, the Rabbi prepared to leave. The young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly.

"What's that?" came the Rabbi's reply.

"This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."

The Rabbi stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the Rabbi.

The young woman explained, "My grandmother once told me this story. Ever since, I have always done that. I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and who are in need of encouragement.

"In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming, like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful and with substance!

"So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand. I want them to wonder, 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them, 'Keep your fork; the best is yet to come.'"

The Rabbi's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.

At the funeral, people were walking by the young woman's casket. They saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over the Rabbi heard the question, "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled.

During his message, the Rabbi told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He told them about the fork and what it symbolized to her. He told them how he could not stop thinking about the fork and they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.

So, the next time you reach down for your fork, let it remind you ever so gently the best is yet to come.

And keep your fork!

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